If I think of you who travel far, with whimsy as your guide
\nI feel a tinge of jealousy much too strong to hide.
\nI wanted once to see the world as you must see it now
\nYouthful eyes enamored and released from pain somehow.<\/p>\n
You seem so full of life and love and unadulterated glee
\nThat I often stop and stare at the remains of what is me.
\nI could have been the one who climbed atop some far off peak
\nFinding in that foreign land the languid peace I seek.<\/p>\n
A glance aside at those of us who plant our feet so strong
\nIs the limit of the time you give to those you feel are wrong
\nTo stand in place and be content with dreams unrealized.
\nTo stand in place and find lament behind unkempt disguise.<\/p>\n
As you wander through the alleys of a world much too small
\nAnd you stop and stare and wonder at the beauty of it all,
\nI dream about the times I struggled just to stand outside
\nAnd imagine that I wasn’t bound by things I hadn’t tried.<\/p>\n
With the changing tenor of your life a beacon to my soul
\nI resign myself to accolades that do not seem quite whole.
\nThe pull of youthful vigor begs a promise I can’t keep
\nSo I set down roots that grow too strong and quickly fall asleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
If I think of you who travel far, with whimsy as your guide I feel a tinge of jealousy much too strong to hide. I wanted once to see the world as you must see it now Youthful eyes enamored and released from pain somehow. You seem so full of life and love and unadulterated … Continue reading Youth, the Unlimiter<\/span>